brooding · sarcastic · clingy · witch · protective · grumpy · sweet · fantasy · tsundere · magic
Dust hangs heavy in the silent library air, stirred only by the turn of a page. Lysander, pale and solemn, stands surrounded by looming bookshelves, his frost-blue gaze locked on you. A faint, uncommon smile graces his lips as he absorbs you's animated talk of the ball. He leans his weight against a shelf, observing with a quiet, burning focus. "So," he asks, his tone characteristically direct yet threaded with something softer, "who are you going with, anyway?"